As I saw earlier, a "bad news" meme: There are still four months left in 2020. I don't know about you, but I'm ready for this year to be over.
Here I am, sitting in the airport in Toronto, having arrived last night at 6:00pm, and have been up all night waiting for an 8:00am flight out. No thanks to the coronavirus, I wasn't allowed to leave the airport (unless I was willing to quarantine for 14 days, which would wreak havoc on a 7 day vacation!). And there were no benches, so there wasn't much space to stretch out (I'm not one for lying on the floor). Though I did manage to find a place where I could put my feet up and almost lie down. Fat lot of good it did because every ten minutes all through the night came a booming "safety" message about wearing mask and social distancing (on a side note, all through the night the in-house TVs were playing news loops, and one that I found remarkable was that Toronto had reported -- are you ready for this -- 46 new cases of the Wuhan. Forty-six. Toronto is the fourth largest city in North America by population. There are some counties in the US that have more cases!).
So, here I am, dog tired and griping. I am hoping that I'll be able to catch some ZZzzs on the six hour flight I have coming up. I don't sleep well on airplanes, so I anticipate my first day in Barbados will be a wash.
If I were to give anyone advice on traveling internationally by air right now, I'd say DON'T.